Plans for this year's memorabilia have gone from vague to sketchy to dodgy to perplexing ... then straight on to "cast in concrete".

The end of the year usually means kicking my brain to start dreaming up memorabilia ideas for next year's Weenie Con. The current state of my mind is eloquently described by Hedley Lamarr from the film Blazing Saddles:

"My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives."

After much plotting, scheming, and consulting with That Which Is Better Off Not Being Named... ...the Weenie Con VI memorabilia has arrived!

Appropriately excessive amounts of OOOing, AAAAHing, drooling, and MUH-HA-HA-HAing ensued - followed by a wild frenzy of banishing the stuff into nifty gift packaging.

That bomber at the top of the site shouldn't be dropping bombs, it should be dropping weenie dogs!

And, the artillary shouldn't be firing shells, but rather weenie dogs!

And, there should be a weenie dog pirate captain on one of the ships!